The young man standing before him presented an envelope.
“Please, sir,” he pleaded. “I need a job to care for my wife and four children back home.”
“You worked as an auto mechanic?”
“Yes, sir. Can do good job here.”
Harold would’ve allowed entry on humanitarian grounds, but there were laws. Politicians overwhelmed by the numbers arriving daily spoke out. Government clamped down.
The man was asked to step aside for further consideration as the lineup of migrants lengthened; all survivors of a perilous journey by foot in hope of a better life.